Unsheathed

The baby's not screaming enough The singers not singing enough Ramana's not breathing to us Behold the unsheathing It's love The blade is not ready To cut It's dull from our thinking It's rough Free love is a world I can't linger too long in, yea Free love was just another party For the hippies to ruin Yea Behold the unsheathing It's love Behold the unsheathing It's love (Love) Free love is a knife through The jugular vein son, yea Free love, I can't afford to add up What you f**kers are made of? No (Come on, come on, come on, come on, c'mon) Free love is a world We can't linger too long in, no Free love was just another party For the hippies to ruin Yea (Come on, come on, come on, come on, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)